Sunday, January 17, 2021

Mr B, Mrs B, and the Novel Coronavirus

 2020 was a crazy year, so what better way to ring in 2021, than with a positive Covid-19 test. 

And before you say something uninformed about "superspreader events, "not wearing a mask," or "not social distancing," let me set the record straight.

I have been home since March 2020. I've had three lunches out with a friend. I went once to the dentist. I drive thru Starbucks. All of my groceries and needs are delivered. And I have been diligently cleaning and keeping a tight family circle. In that tight family circle, quite a few others tested positive, but didn't transmit to me. And I did not transmit to them.

Furthermore.... biology college degree. 

Microbiology classes. 

Virology. 

Immunology. 

I am OCD. 

And I believe all of the public campaigns have fallen short when they say "wash your hands." That's not enough. Clean your bathroom. Clean the doorknobs, every day. Change your clothes. Don't touch the gas pump without gloves. Shower after work exposure. Decontaminate. Immediately clean your hands and surfaces after opening mail, packages, food delivery. Don't live in fear, but live with knowledge.

Mr B is an essential worker according to the State of Ohio. Even though you might say, he can fix a tear in a perforated leather seat in a classic car and what's essential about that, he also repairs windshields and other parts of cars, trucks, airplanes, and boats that are essential for commerce.

My family is full of essential workers. My family has had three Covid instances now, and we have not passed it to each other. In every case, everyone stayed home and quarantined. I also quarantined for two weeks when my tax lawyer tested positive. 

At one of Mr B's car lots, a manager who signs off on his invoices, tested positive about 5 days before we had symptoms. Masks, distance aside, it's likely the source of our illness. That very nice man was sick at home for a week and has been in the hospital for almost two weeks more. He's 35. You just don't know how your own body will react to it.

Mr B and I believe that he had Covid in early 2020, before it had a name. He is highly prone to lung issues in the winter-- worsened by asthma. We were waiting for the antibody test to prove it, but that OTC test wasn't quite ready when we got sick in late December 2020/January 2021.

I've heard people say, it's like the flu or it's just the flu. I think for most people, that's true. For me, it wasn't. I had a sinus headache (no congestion) and nausea. For me, it was like most of the food allergy reactions that I have. Except for the exhaustion. I slept A LOT. And for those who know me, that's highly unusual for me. On any other day, I would never have thought I had Covid. 

Mr B did have more of the flu-like illness. He had a 6-day fever, chills, muscle aches, cough, and exhaustion. It wasn't too much worse for him than any of the times where he had bronchitis, although, the media hype makes everything think they are going to die, so there's the mind game.

In our limited experience, Covid hit our "weak spots" and took hold for awhile. For me, that's always been sinuses and nausea. For him, that's always been lungs, intestines, and muscles.

I'm a big believer in vaccines. My first husband almost died in 1989 when he contracted the measles during an outbreak at OSU. He was on a ventilator and almost didn't make it. He was one of a group of people found to have had the immunizations, but the booster was not effective. I was just enough younger than him that my booster was effective (a different batch). Our daughter was only three months old and contracted the measles from her dad, but it's a childhood disease, and she was hardly effected by it. 

Mr B and I have flu vaccines each year. That might have helped us with Covid. The jury's still out on that science.

Mr B may have had it in January of 2020, so we may have already had some natural immunity to it. That science isn't determined yet, either, but if true, it would have likely lessened the symptoms in round 2.

Immediately after our positive tests, we were registered by our doctor for an experimental treatment called monoclonal antibody infusion. It's an infusion of proteins that bind up the virus to render it inert (very simplified explanation). I hope that the two of us contributed to some immune system boosting research that will help others. In my opinion, it did help us feel better in fewer days than the natural course of the illness.

Now I will move to the more controversial statements, so stop reading if you are afraid of everything in the universe and tend to wring your hands at home.

This can be deadly, however, it's more likely deadly if you have conditions that have weakened you.

We take vitamins every day including zinc, Vitamin D, and multivitamins.

People with overactive immune systems like mine (highly reactive to things), are likely going to fight it better. Unproven as of yet, but it's my belief.

We will likely find that genetics plays a role here. It's likely a very specific role that determines severity. I know 19 people so far who have tested positive with NO symptoms. What most likely accounts for that is genetics and/or immune system health. 

Our economy needs to reopen. I know that is controversial to some. And some of you will say.... YOU survived, so YOU want to open the economy. That's not true. This virus and other types of viruses in this world are still around. Some people die from these virus outbreaks every year. Covid-19 will continue to mutate. Scientists will need to choose strands each year based on predictions. We are going to live with this for our lifetime. 

What we cannot live with in our lifetime is all of the other things that happen as a result of the economic shutdown. 

Eviction. 

Foreclosure.

Homelessness. 

Poverty. 

Child abandonment and abuse. 

Substance abuse. 

Overdoses. 

Depression and other mental illnesses. 

Lost businesses. 

Bankruptcies. 

All of these traumas will have an impact for generations. Epigenetics is the study of the modification of gene expression rather than just a modification in genetic code. In the future we will likely see the impact of this trauma and modification of gene expression in our children's children.

In addition, I CAN work at home and have for 25 years. Not everyone has skills or a trade that allow that. And those people are suffering. Not everyone is collecting a pension and can just remove themselves from life. 

It's elitist for those of us who CAN stay home without financial consequences to tell others who CANNOT that they have to do so.


Saturday, December 17, 2016

The 10 things I learned on my trip to South Dakota





What a trip… 4144 miles! 

The perfect trip for me always has nature, parks, zoos, animals, genealogy, natural history, science, geology, and some really good sweetie time! 

1. The Minnesota NorthStar Genealogy Conference was GREAT! I did three presentations. We stayed by the St. Croix River in Hudson, Wisconsin. We saw the Minnesota River and the Mississippi River, too. They were gorgeous. When in Hudson, Wisconsin, make sure to go to the best German restaurant, Winzer Stube. AND we found gluten-free pancake house... 

2. Minneapolis and St. Paul have a tic-tac-toe freeway system that was confusing with double-direction roads. I’m usually a map girl, but GPS was a godsend.
 
3. You can google “huge church St. Paul” and find it. It’s St. Paul’s Catholic Cathedral, and it’s amazing.
South Dakota was pretty interesting. Lots to see and do. 

The Missouri River (in the middle of South Dakota)

4. I can’t imagine how the Ingall’s family survived that first winter on the prairie of DeSmet, South Dakota. I want to read the books again. And I want to read the books to my grandchildren. There was a cabin with photos and book excerpts from their many homesteads.

5. South Dakota has one theme from the freeway—cows and hay bales. I could live here, but not in a tiny house. We were in a tiny cabin, just one room. It was really cute, but right now, my tiny house love will be vicarious through the television shows.



teeny
tiny 
cabin (this was all of it)













Our porch



wild turkeys











In our first outing from the tiny cabin, this happened... oops.... That little culvert wasn't so little. I could have stood underneath the van (but I didn't)... #lastselfie


6. Hipsters should shop in South Dakota. Denim jeans and flannel shirts are everywhere!

7. I’m still celebrating 100 years of the National Parks. I added a few to my list: Badlands, Black Hills, Mt Rushmore, Buffalo Gap, Minute Man Site. And we stopped at Deadwood, Spearfish Canyon, Custer State Park, Crazy Horse Memorial, and Mammoth Site. If you go to Mount Rushmore, go at sunrise. It's spectacular. Everywhere we went... prairie dogs, bison, elk, and more!
Spearfish Canyon was magical...

The Mammoth Site was pretty awesome... It's an active dig site.

And I loved the little signs we found in diners...


8. Wyoming and Devil’s Tower was beautiful, but you can keep your deer. One thing that I have nightmares about 12 years later is that a second deer accident will orphan my children. We only had a little front-end damage to our van (and had our cardiac testing for the year). 

 
9. Having no wi-fi and disconnecting is amazing and a little bit frustrating, but mostly amazing. And 10 days of no work is a gift!

10. 80 mph speed limits made 4144 miles seem super easy. And it wouldn't be a trip out west without stopping at the St Louis Zoo to see hippos and then stopping to see our favorite little (not so little) walrus at the Indianapolis Zoo on our way home.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Unconventional Thanksgiving in Connecticut

Just so you know... if you leave on Tuesday and head to the East Coast thinking you will avoid traffic for Thanksgiving.... WRONG! 10 hour drive + rest stops does not equal 17 hours.

When a hotel tells me that they have a mini-kitchenette, I expect a little refrigerator, a microwave, and a sink. When they tell me that they have plates and silverware, I didn't expect one paper plate and 2 sets of plasticware. --->

We spent some time with family on Wednesday after Tuesday's grueling drive through traffic jams and construction zones. And the Mass-hole drivers were particularly bad during this trip.


We were staying in Mystic, north of Chris' mom and dad's old house. The ocean was beautiful. We thought about going to the aquarium, but didn't get there this time. We did visit Stonington Beach in Connecticut and found a lighthouse.





We looked for more light houses that day. We went to Fenwick Beach to see if we could get to the Old Saybrook Lighthouse. Can you see it? Just kidding...

We visited a few of the places in Old Saybrook that Chris remembered as a child. There was a great pizza place full of moving trains (at the current Amtrak station). There was a miniature Dock & Dine. He worked there as a teenager.






 We visited Chris' father's grave and cleaned up the headstone a bit. We need to have it reset and add his mom's name to it. She died and was cremated in 2006.




 We woke up Thanksgiving Day with no family plans, but we did make plans to see the final Hunger Games film at 10 am. We bought our tickets ahead. Apparently there was no need to do so... empty theater. SCORE! That doesn't happen in OH-IO. But we were so happy about it. No annoying other people...




We went to Ruby Tuesday for lunch. Who knew they were open for Thanksgiving? And, again, no one else was there. I'm not sure if the entire state of Connecticut was elsewhere, but we were enjoying the quiet. 

We took a driving trip to Rhode Island in search of another lighthouse. This time it was Watch Hill Lighthouse. The walking path took us through some beautiful houses. I have never really thought about living near the ocean... until I saw THIS! I can't imagine having a lighthouse view outside of my back window. Unbelievable!










 Then to top off the Christopher-memories-of-childhood tour, we went to Rocky Neck Beach and State Park in Connecticut. A train track runs right through it. Chris remembers many childhood days here.






I stood on this piece of rock for a long time. I watched the birds drop the shells and scoop out the goodies.
And, of course, I love the old WPA buildings.




Friday was our trip to Paterson, New Jersey, to meet my genealogy client. Before we met her, we wanted to see if we could find the family home of the Kinnanes. William Kinnane, Chris' great grandfather, came to America from Ireland in the 1870s and settled in Paterson, working in the textile mills.

We found the house on Liberty where Chris' grandfather, Richard Kinnane was born. Richard grew up here and worked in the textile mills also.

We went a few blocks down the road and found...


THIS....

The Paterson Great Falls National Park.
I can't believe that his family lived so close to this magnificent location. We saw the old power plant that produced enough energy for the industry of the time.


 Chris walked across the bridge. (See the red dot?) I was afraid to do it.

 And then we went a block away and found the textile section of town.


Our final stop was in Chris' birthplace, Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania. We have been looking for his grandparents' burial place for years.

When it comes to genealogy and family lore, you can't assume anything. Chris' mom told both of us for years that her father (Richard Kinnane) was buried in a Catholic Cemetery in Paterson, NJ. And she told us that he was buried on the perimeter of the cemetery-- outside the fence-- because he was such a lapsed Catholic and an S.O.B. that the church refused to bury him in the actual cemetery. So, of course, Chris and I have traipsed through about a dozen Catholic cemeteries in Paterson, NJ, in search of a headstone. She also told us that her father died of a massive coronary when she was 16 years old, so we had his death at 1941.

While in Stroudsburg, we were looking for Chris' grandmother, Elizabeth Kinnane, who later married George Lee. Chris has very fond memories of Pop Pop Lee arriving on the train from PA to Hartford and spending time with him when he was a boy. In finding Pop Pop Lee and his grandmother's graves in Pennsylvania, look what else we discovered...


There is Richard Kinnane!
Not a Catholic Cemetery.
Not the perimeter.
Not buried outside the fence.
And not dead in 1941.
It just goes to show... sometimes you can't even believe your own momma!